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8/23/12

Becca Klaver

danger zone

Mister Machine crashes through the window again. I am someplace new
and novelty is a beast hooked to the fire escape. More time to dream
than ever before and I use it. Abuse it, shaking daylight hours
onto a star map. Wake up and shine. Dunno what’s down
the block so think I’ll make it up.

That’s dreamin’, too. I sleep (I walk) I sleep. Night-streaked incubus
in the white light leaning outside the bodega grips dice in one hand,
takes mine in the other. Conjurer and her creep.
Window-shopping grey faces in the glass.
A peep-show in reverse:
a parade.

independence

You
heard the applause. You heard the
applause

When
no one else could hear the applause.

You
heard the applause when no one else could hear

The
applause miles away on the Hudson

Under
sky of bloom and boom. 98 and falling.

I
saw the show. I did not hear I did not hear

I
did not hear the applause. How could you.

Becca
Klaver is a PhD candidate in English at Rutgers, a founding editor of
Switchback Books, and the author of the poetry collectionLA Liminal(Kore Press, 2010) and the
chapbook Inside a Red Corvette: A 90s Mix Tape(greying ghost, 2009). These poems
come fromMerrily, Merrily,a chapbook forthcoming from Lame
House Press.